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The sound of his alarm going off drags Macaron from his slumber. His eyes flutter open. Groggily, he looks around. Without his glasses, he can’t see much, though.
After processing what’s going on, he blindly reaches behind himself and, as gently as he can while still half-asleep, he hits the button to turn the alarm off.
Sighing, he rubs his face. As his hand falls back down to the bed, it lands on something else. Or, rather, someone he realizes.
Lying just a little ways away, still asleep, is Chai. He’s rather blurry, but Macaron can tell it’s him. Even if he couldn’t, the memories of last night would be enough to let him know who it is.
The morning sun coming in through the window blankets him in its warm, soft light. The actual blanket got pushed down to his side at some point, revealing his arm’s socket and core. The latter is thrumming quietly, the lights in it gently pulsing. Macaron wonders what song is playing right now.
Shifting closer, he can see the peaceful expression on Chai’s face. It’s half-hidden by the pillow. Said pillow is pushing his hair up, sure to leave it stuck at an odd angle.
Eyes crinkling up as he grins, Macaron leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead.
Chai’s face shifts as he pulls away. He mumbles something.
Macaron freezes.
A few moments pass. Nothing happens in those moments aside from Chai talking in his sleep some more, all of it murmured too softly to be heard.
Relaxing, Macaron carefully gets out of bed to get ready for the day. He moves around the room as quietly as possible. Though, he realizes he probably doesn’t need to. Chai could easily sleep through a stampede.
Before he leaves, he heads back over to the bed. Gingerly, he pulls the blanket up to Chai’s chin. Leaning down, he kisses his cheek. As he stands back up, Chai says something—this time, loud enough to be heard.
“...Love you a little more…”
The rest is mumbled; unintelligible.
Macaron beams. “Love you, too.”
A ray of sunlight falls directly over Chai’s eyes. His face scrunches up. Muttering to himself, his eyes slowly open. Squinting against the harsh light, he whines, turning his whole body away. Now lying on his back, he reaches up to rub his eyes.
The beat is steady. There’s a gentle song playing, all acoustic guitar and violin. It doesn’t help with the urge to just shut his eyes and fall right back asleep.
As he properly wakes up, he registers the weight that moved from his side to his chest when he moved. Said weight is a hand—Macaron’s hand.
Turning his head, Chai smiles at the sight of Macaron lying next to him, still asleep. His face is relaxed. The arm that isn’t outstretched is curled up under his pillow. The one that is shifts slightly, pulling Chai a little closer.
...He should probably get up. There’s some meeting he has to go to later…
Psh. Who is he kidding? Fuck that.
Rolling onto his side, he moves closer. Macaron’s arm curls fully around him. Now pressed up against his chest, Chai sighs softly. He shuts his eyes.
He’ll worry about work later. Right now, it’s cuddle time. Which is very rare. In the mornings, at least, since Macaron gets up so much earlier than he does normally. Must’ve taken the day off.
Good. Honestly, he should do that way more often. Especially if it means getting to do this.
Macaron’s hold on him tightens a little as he shifts. His head tilts down a bit, lips grazing the top of Chai’s head.
Nuzzling his chest with a smile, Chai whispers, “Love you.”